Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dead C,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.